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Ever seen a blind man cross the road |
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Trying to make the other side? |
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Ever seen a young girl growing old |
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Trying to make herself a bride? |
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So what becomes of you, my love? |
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When they have finally stripped you of |
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The handbags and the gladrags |
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That your poor old granddad |
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Had to sweat to buy you, baby |
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Once I was a young man |
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And all I thought I had to do was smile |
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Well, you are still a young girl |
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And you've borne everything in style |
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So once you think you're in, you're out |
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'Cause you don't mean a single thing without |
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The handbags and the gladrags |
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That your poor old granddad |
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Had to sweat to buy you |
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Sing a song of six-pence for your sake |
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And drink a bottle full of rye |
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Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake |
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And bake 'em all in a pie |
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They told me you missed school today |
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So what I suggest you just throw them all away |
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The handbags and the gladrags |
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That your poor old granddad |
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Had to sweat to buy |
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They told me you missed school today |
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So what I suggest you just throw them all away |
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The handbags and the gladrags |
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That your poor old granddad |
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Had to sweat to buy you |